Post by FireThorne on Jun 21, 2010 15:32:11 GMT -5
Raelwyn sat at the large table in the Weyrleader’s office, watching as the drudges finished laying down the last plates of her light meal for her meeting. She had only ordered fruits, breads, klah, and juice for their first conference, intent on keeping the bronzeriders and other ranking personnel wide awake for however many candlemarks were needed to conclude their business. The goldrider was sure that some would be less than pleased with the stark fare, but wine and other delicacies could wait until her Feast. Right now, they had business to see to.
We will see how these bronzes carry themselves. I am not impressed so far. Aeriath said shortly, mindvoice imperious yet drowsy. She had been sleeping the greater part of a candlemark, lulled to sleep during her rider’s meeting with Yashma. The gold was a good leader and an excellent queen, but she did bore quickly when Hers was caught up in simple matters of the weyr. However, she had picked up on Rael’s emotions while running through the topics for her meeting, and had roused herself. Now, the queen planned on being awake as the bronzeriders arrived, expecting to get her due from the dragons. They had their perfect chance to greet, admire, and compliment her, and Aeriath expected nothing less.
Smiling to herself, the Weyrwoman had to bit her lower lip to keep from chuckling. Her dear gold could be so self-absorbed at times, and became oh so irritated when she was not being fawned over. The bronzes of High Reaches had learned that quickly about Aeriath, and never failed to comment on her sunny hide or graceful head every time they met. Now, the Telgar bronzes had their chance to learn it too. Raelwyn did not feel slighted that no bronzer had ‘made his duty’ to her so far; after all they were likely busy with wing drills and other duties, and would see her in just a few minutes. There was no slight, unless they slighted her this eve. Then The Weyrwoman would be upset.
Stretching like a great feline, the sunny-colored gold hummed lightly in her chest, realizing that Hers would be seeing the others soon. They shall not slight us, Mine. No bronze would dare, dragon or twoleg alike. Aeriath straightened, the absolute perfect specimen of a queen, and enjoyed the way the sun glistened off her iridescent hide. She sat on her ledge and waited, eyes whirling slowly.
Meanwhile, her rider smoothed her clothes and swept her green gaze over the table before her once more, and also the scrolls that rested there. Raelwyn knew exactly how she wanted this meeting to go, and by Faranth she wanted it to be smooth. Waiting patiently, emerald eyes focused on the door, she waited for the first riders to arrive.
We will see how these bronzes carry themselves. I am not impressed so far. Aeriath said shortly, mindvoice imperious yet drowsy. She had been sleeping the greater part of a candlemark, lulled to sleep during her rider’s meeting with Yashma. The gold was a good leader and an excellent queen, but she did bore quickly when Hers was caught up in simple matters of the weyr. However, she had picked up on Rael’s emotions while running through the topics for her meeting, and had roused herself. Now, the queen planned on being awake as the bronzeriders arrived, expecting to get her due from the dragons. They had their perfect chance to greet, admire, and compliment her, and Aeriath expected nothing less.
Smiling to herself, the Weyrwoman had to bit her lower lip to keep from chuckling. Her dear gold could be so self-absorbed at times, and became oh so irritated when she was not being fawned over. The bronzes of High Reaches had learned that quickly about Aeriath, and never failed to comment on her sunny hide or graceful head every time they met. Now, the Telgar bronzes had their chance to learn it too. Raelwyn did not feel slighted that no bronzer had ‘made his duty’ to her so far; after all they were likely busy with wing drills and other duties, and would see her in just a few minutes. There was no slight, unless they slighted her this eve. Then The Weyrwoman would be upset.
Stretching like a great feline, the sunny-colored gold hummed lightly in her chest, realizing that Hers would be seeing the others soon. They shall not slight us, Mine. No bronze would dare, dragon or twoleg alike. Aeriath straightened, the absolute perfect specimen of a queen, and enjoyed the way the sun glistened off her iridescent hide. She sat on her ledge and waited, eyes whirling slowly.
Meanwhile, her rider smoothed her clothes and swept her green gaze over the table before her once more, and also the scrolls that rested there. Raelwyn knew exactly how she wanted this meeting to go, and by Faranth she wanted it to be smooth. Waiting patiently, emerald eyes focused on the door, she waited for the first riders to arrive.